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simon absolutely detests beaches, pools too. any water source that doesn’t come from his pipes, he’s not going near. he’s kind of a cat in that regard.

but he always loves when you go to the beach. wearing a skimpy bikini and coming back with a tan, your face a bit red from the lack of sunscreen.

he’s always happy to greet you after a day in the water. a bit sandy and ready for a long shower.

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guys i’m actually so terrible at posting consistently im so sorry. on a much brighter note: my bf proposed #>^<

Toxic!Simon

heavy heart

pretend

doubt

you've had enough pt1 | pt2

cherish

closer to the edge

he comes back

Ghost [watching Y/N get drunk in their corner after a long mission] : Fuck you, Y/N

Y/N [definitely intoxicated] : Do it yourself, you coward

Ghost [knowing he'll remind this to you kindly tomorrow] : 💀

Texts w/ Your higher ups in Task Force 141

Getting caught skipping training sessions

Don’t hesitate to ask me for more 💖

Simon taking his time w u… ♡

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ really suggestive themes !! mdni ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

After a heated kiss, Simon pulls away, the breath he didn’t know he was holding escaping in a warm puff against your neck. He nestles his head in the crook of your shoulder, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

He trails small, soft kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, each touch igniting sparks of desire as he explores every inch his lips can reach. Unbeknownst to you, his hand quietly traces the hem of your shirt, fingers teasingly slipping underneath the fabric, inching it up to reveal your stomach. He holds your shirt in place with one arm, creating a tantalizing barrier while his fingers roam freely across your skin, exploring the delicate curves and contours of your body.

The only sounds in the dimly lit room are the soft whispers of skin against skin and the gentle sighs escaping your lips as his kisses travel lower. The warmth of his touch sends a wave of heat through you, intensifying with each stroke.

Without warning, he swiftly pulls your shirt over your head, tangling your hair as he discards it carelessly to the edge of the creaky twin bed. His large hand glides over your chest, fingers brushing against the delicate lace of your bra, teasingly intertwining with the fabric before he squeezes gently, sending a thrill through you.

His touch is both possessive and reverent, as if he’s discovering a treasure he’s longed for. The way he caresses you makes your heart race, each squeeze and caress igniting an insatiable desire deep within. You can feel the heat radiating off him as he devotes himself to exploring every inch of your body, your pulse quickening with anticipation.

His breath hitches slightly, the sound barely audible but enough to send another wave of warmth cascading through you. His eyes, half-lidded and darkened with desire, drift over your now-exposed skin, lingering on the intricate lace of your bra as if committing every detail to memory. The intensity in his gaze is almost unbearable, making you feel as though his eyes alone are enough to set your body aflame.

With deliberate slowness, Simon trails his fingers down the center of your chest, grazing the valley between your breasts, the pads of his fingers featherlight against the delicate skin. The anticipation builds with each second, every touch of his hands leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His large hand slides down further, his thumb hooking beneath the edge of your bra, teasingly tugging at the lace. He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Fuck...”

Without breaking the intensity of his gaze, Simon carefully pulls the straps of your bra off your shoulders, his fingers barely grazing your skin as they follow the delicate line of the straps down your arms. The lace falls away, and he discards it with a slow, deliberate motion. His hands now return to your body, palms pressing gently against your skin, his touch sending shivers of anticipation rippling through you.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing just below your collarbone, leaving a trail of searing kisses that moves downward, lower, as if he’s worshiping the very essence of you. His tongue flickers out to taste your skin, each movement agonizingly slow, his lips savoring every inch as if he wants to imprint himself on your very soul. You arch into him instinctively, your body craving more, needing more.

His hand, rough but gentle, cups your breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive skin there, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. The room feels smaller, more intimate, as though time itself has slowed, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment. His movements are unhurried, as though he’s trying to memorize the way your body responds to him, the way your breath catches and your skin flushes beneath his touch.

Simon pulls back just slightly, his breath once again warm against your skin as his eyes roam over you, admiration and lust mingling in his gaze. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. There’s something almost reverent in the way he says it, like he’s been waiting his whole life to have you like this—slow, careful, and consumed by the moment.

I kind of wanna start a new series where it's Simon/Ghost x reader but she's like a famous actor/singer.

guys i highly recommend this story, infact i recommend every single piece this babe has written. so fucking hot!! 😫💞

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a lot’s gonna change

Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!reader

zombie apocalypse au

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 <<

description: after helping Soap and Ghost they invite you back to their safehouse to get warm. both seem to take a keen interest in keeping you around. 

warnings: canon typical violence, pretty tame chapter

word count: 2.5k

“Where are yah headin’?” Soap asks, his face rosy from the cold. The three of you had begun your journey to the other side of town. The two men had claimed to have a makeshift base in an empty house- one with running water. You adjust your own balaclava at the question. There wasn’t an honest answer. 

“Was planning on starting back up North for the Yukon- figure summer there wouldn’t be half bad.” You shrug. It wasn’t entirely untrue. You were confident enough in your abilities to survive in the wild that the idea seemed appealing.

The pair exchange glances with each other, a silent conversation being had without you. It wasn’t uncommon for those in groups to behave this way. when you’re trapped with the same person for so long it must be hard to remain separate individuals rather than a collective. 

 “That’s an awfully long walk from here- that’ll take yah till summer at least. What’s up that way?” Soap questions, his face contorting into confusion. There was nothing in the territories, it was basically the same as before the outbreak. Just like Alaska. The only people living that far North were the Natives that had reclaimed their land. As the infection drags on, resources made from before are getting harder to find in useable condition. Retreating into the wilderness where no infected could reach seemed like the most reasonable option for good weather. 

“Nothing.” You assert. That seems to be a sufficient enough answer for him. 

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MMMMM SUCH DELICIOUS ANGST

TAKE IT OR LEAVE HIM ᡣ𐭩

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & reader

synopsis: Ghost forgets your birthday

tags: slight slight angst

Hectic doesn’t begin to describe Ghost’s schedule, yet you accepted him with open arms. He needs to cut your dinner short because he’s needed back at the base? You nod with a smile full of understanding. He forgets a few chores and groceries because he’s piled up with tasks? You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s fine, and you just work around it and rush during your office breaks to do those tasks on your own. You’re exhausted from being held back at the office because the client changed their mind during the finalization, but you come home to a pile of dirty dishes and no dinner? You say you understand, washing up and going to bed while feeling your stomach grumble and waking up to wash the previous night’s dishes just to lessen Ghost’s worries.

You had no problem bending backwards just to accommodate him. You entered the relationship knowing about his schedule, so… were you really in any position to complain? 

A few insignificant tasks and miniscule adjustments to your schedule were nothing; never once uttered a complaint because you understood. Why? Because Ghost always finds a way to make it up to you. Sending bouquets when you close a big deal, treating you to a fancy restaurant during your birthday (though he’s mostly never there to celebrate until the end), and gifting you branded things during your anniversaries… so, it was all okay….. ?

Yes, it’s fine if he never shows up for your dinner date because of work. 

Yes, it’s fine that you spend most nights alone. 

Yes, you can clean the house, shop for groceries, do the laundry, and cook for the both of you. 

It was all okay. You were okay with it. You accepted it. You understood. You can do it. You’re fine. It’s all worth it. It’s not worth any trouble. It’s fine—

You snap back and all thoughts stop rushing into your head. Your phone blares an alarm with the words, ‘DATE NIGHT’, flashing on the screen. Right, it’s your birthday and Ghost promised he’d finally make it this time. So, you wore the prettiest dress, applied the most gorgeous (and time-consuming) makeup, and put on the cutest heels (your feet are getting blisters) because you wanted to spend this night with the man you love most on your Earth… who wasn’t by your side right now, but it’s fine. 

The waiter approaches the table, asking you for what seems to be the 6th time that night if your company is coming because they’re about to close. Giving up, you offer an apologetic smile and gather your things. The walk out the restaurant was embarrassing to say the least. Harsh winter air greets your face, your legs and arms trembling as you try to seek warmth from the take-out bag. You didn’t bring a jacket because, well, you thought Ghost would be there with you, but it’s fine.

The apartment door clicks open and a dark hallway awaits you. ‘Ah, he’s not here yet,’ you think to yourself, a pang of disappointment piercing your heart that raised its hope for one night. With a wince and a pained gasp, your heels come undone. Muted footsteps along the wooden floorboards as you strip out your clothes and wash up. You resign the night with your lover nowhere to be found— once again, but it’s fine. 

Morning dawn cracks through your curtains with a familiar arm around your waist and familiar dip on the mattress. You blink your sleepiness away, taking in every detail of your Simon’s face in the morning. Like he has a third sense, he wakes and stares back at you. First smiles of the day are shared between you two but you expected more. Nothing too grand. Maybe an apology and a greeting? Yet the day goes by with receiving neither, but it’s fine. Maybe the next day’s the charm? 

Nothing.

Irritation towards your lover is a rare occurrence with your endless patience and never-ending understanding of his situation. You still held hopes that maybe he’d finally realize his slip-up, but what did you come home to? Dirty dishes. A pile of them. 

“Ah, sweetheart. You’re home,” he kisses your cheek and presses your waist close to him like usual. The scent of whiskey and cigar lingers on his clothes— a scent you usually adore but now only fuels your anger. “Si, what’s this?” you ask, trying to keep your frustration at bay as you point to the sink. “What? Oh, noticed ‘ya didn’t make dinner so I ate what’s ever left,” he answers cooly like there’s nothing wrong.

“... do you mean you ate my lunch for tomorrow?” 

“That yours? Sorry, baby. ‘Ya can jus’ make another one, and one for me.”

You pull away, slapping his face with tears rushing down your face. Ghost looks at you with shock and confusion which angers you further. How can he not realize why you’re mad?

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, doll?”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT. Oh, my fucking God, Simon. You’re really asking me that?” you run your fingers through your hair, screaming at his face and throwing your purse at him. “What’s wrong?? You tell me! I slave away at this goddamn house. I go to bed with my bones feeling like weights because I keep cleaning after your mess, but it’s fine! Because you were busy, I understood.”

Tension builds in the air as everything you’ve held back poured out of you. “I never complained because I told you I was fine with your schedule when we first started dating. I fucking bend my body backwards and did everything for you LIKE A MAID. And you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong? You don’t even ask me how my day went. Asking me to cook for you like I’m just a housekeeper? YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR ME.” You stomp over to his face, glaring with hatred as you spat out your next words. “Just a fucking reminder that I am your girlfriend. I am not here to clean up after you.”

“Did I ask you to?” he snaps back, returning the same vile stare. “You’re whining about working around the house like I asked you to. Let’s be clear that I never forced you to do these shits around the house.”

“You didn’t have to! You just kept piling up dishes and clothes, leaving a messy trail behind you because you know you expect me to do it for you!”

“And did those come for free? I buy you everything you want on anniversaries and birthdays. You act as if you come for cheap,” he scoffs.

"WELL, GUESS WHAT? YOU FUCKING FORGOT IT THIS YEAR,” you finally confess through sobs. Realization dawns upon your lover, evident on the way his face drops. He tries to approach you but you step back.

“I waited for you like a fool because you promised. I-.. I.. had to tell the waiter 5 times that you were coming because they were on the verge of throwing me out. Did you know how embarrassing it was for me? I… I know I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up but I wanted to believe in you, but.. I’m tired.”

Silence blankets you both as every emotion rushes through your heart. Your throat felt raw and your head was getting heavy from all the crying.

“I’m done, Ghost. I’m tired," you whisper. Those words were simple but Ghost knew what lies underneath. You weren't tired of what you did for him. You were tired of him.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: woah, angst again? Anyone surprised? This request has been sitting on my inbox for a while but I have enough free time to answer them, so here we are. I will make a König version if this gets attention. 📩

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𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴/𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 :((.

𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰! 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

"𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢." 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. "𝘛-𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶..." 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴, "𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 :((.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵!

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢' 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢?"

"𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

"𝘎𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!

"𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

"𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀/𝗼 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮! <𝟯𝟯

Lol simon would send u some texts and then when u call him back this mf be like “talk to me, mama😊”

OMG YES THAT’S SO TRUE! I picture his texts smt like this:

“Mama answer the phone.” “Mama pick up.”

“Mama?”

And then when you eventually call him back, you hear faint rustling in the background and heavy breathing. “Simon?” A low groan and a “Talk to me mama, how was your day?”

You’re still suspicious but still proceed to yap about your day and whatnot. Soon enough you feel like your talking a bit too much for your liking, “Si? You still there?” you mumble softly waiting for a response but all you get is a moan in return. “Fuck, mama. Got me so damn hard. Need your tight fucking cunt around my fat cock.” And you whine, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck mama, can’t wait to get home and fuck dumb.”

“Gonna fill you up so good with my load. You’ll have all my babies, won’t you, mama?”

“Gonna knock you up so good, mama.”

Let’s just say that was by far the most interesting sex call conversation you’ve had with him this month.

-Nany 🩷

Just thinking Simon "Ghost" Riley with freckles, but not really noticeable freckles, you'd have to get really close to see them. But it's the cutest thing ever when you're kissing, and he blushes real hard and you notice his small freckles. And he just starts to blush even more when you stroke his cheeks, slowly counting how many he has. Just after you finish counting the ones on his face he says.

"There's still much more in other places, baby."

Y/n in a barbie voice: "I think I'll go study abroad, Ken!"

Ghost in a rough voice: "No Barbie, you're staying home and having my kids."

Soap: "What the fuck."

Up late right now thinking about how secret admirer!Ghost knew he was fucked from the moment he laid his eyes. You were just too warm. From the sweet treats you always had, that softer tone you spoke in off-base, to the way your voice melted his insides. What made it worse was having you as a medic on the team. It’s not like he couldn’t work around you- quite the opposite. He works harder to stay out of your infirmary. But when he does come in, He speaks in grunts and nods, this sent the wrong message and left you to ask Price for a transfer or to stay back on missions. When asked why, you explain how you think you are causing an issue between the team - Price laughs at you. Why? Because he knows that at every chance he gets, Simon has the rest of the 141 give him a checkup on how you are doing. And if something is ever wrong - suddenly a beautiful bouquet of your favorite arraignment of flowers or snacks suddenly ends up at your door with no note. And if somebody is wrong well.. let’s say you get the last laugh helping them fix a broken nose or jaw.

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no thoughts head COMPLETELY empty i just can’t stop thinking of lieutenant simon “ghost” riley, who’s now also reader’s boyfriend simon “ghost” riley, fucking you soooo hard that you black out and forget his name, completely brainless and only remembering his call sign after how much he’s plowed you senselessly :(

simon riley x fem! reader

nsft ✰ creampie, brief mention of squirting, fem! anatomy, saucy to soft, honestly a lot of soft simon (man is so incredibly whipped for u) heh… this one’s been sitting in my NOTES of all things for soooo long because i might be a slag :0

when you come down from it all, from the taste of smoke and sugar and bitterness, a million other things dancing on your tongue, a blunt ringing in your ears so unmissable you’d think fireworks went off in your apartment, your blurry vision slowly begins to reveal the silhouette of your boyfriend, still hovering over you. just as sweaty and fucked out as you, if not even more.

simon. your darling, darling simon. boyfriend who just absolutely fucked your brains out for you without a shadow of a doubt. you were gone, always the desired result though after a good fucking from your love.

the weakest little whimper leaves your chapped, swollen lips when you vaguely remark his body lurching down, lower towards yours, until another, louder and more embarrassed whine also leaves you when you finally realise what he’s doing. he was going down to inspect your poor little fucked out cunt, like the sadist he so clearly was— it had become so well established by now, so long into sleeping with the man, that he always loved the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of your abused little hole. it was a primal sense of fulfilment that he’d get from it, after all. the fact that he’d marked you so well, so clearly from the inside that it was beginning to spill out, so unbelievably thick as streams of it began to mix with your own gushiness and slick gave him a feeling of accomplishment that not even blowing out the skulls of his enemies on the battlefield could compare to.

a small, soundless breath leaves your mouth when you try to talk, but that’s when the realisation comes sharply— you have nothing to say. genuinely nothing. your brain was completely empty, having probably leaked down your thighs by now when he’d fucked every last thought out of your head. you barely even recognise the man now comfortably situated by your still-spread legs; you know who he is, but no name, no recognisable sense of identity comes to your head as you let out another hoarse breath in an attempt to communicate.

but then another little whimper leaves you through your heavy breaths and dizzy little sounds as you try your hardest to come down, and you realise that you do know this man. it’s your lieutenant. lieutenant ghost. how could you ever forget the giant masked man always wearing the skull face who’s authority you’d always obey, way back when you first began working with the task force? of course you could never forget him!

(your poor little mind must have blacked out so hard during those countless orgasms that he’d given you, that you completely forgot about the man you’d been dating for the past two years now: instead only remembering the man you’d been serving under for the past three. the man who you trained yourself to obey and work for ever since you met. and honestly, with how dumb and mushy he’d made you after orgasm number three, nobody could blame you.)

“…ghost.” you softly, deliriously whisper out amidst your heavy pants, completely out of touch with reality and the world that you’re still in right now. your eyes are glued to the ceiling, your entire body unable to move, and that’s when you finally, faintly register the small tear rolling down from the corner of your eye towards your hairline as your body continues trying to recover from the high. fuck. orgasm was so good that you cried?

“nah, ‘ts just me baby… just simon.” he whispers back with a small smile on his face as his eyes move to look at yours for a second, deeply admiring the adorable little fucked out look you have. your eyes were glazed over, he could almost see the hearts in your pupils from how clearly fucking great that final climax was for you. your face was glossy with sweat, hair disheveled, and your bare breasts rose up and down as you panted heavily, gaze glued to the ceiling. he continues to reposition himself over your limp, helplessly sprawled out frame underneath him on the bed until he’s properly situated over your lower-half, eyes locked on your pussy. he pushes one of your legs open, admittedly more roughly than he’d intended to, and unintentionally lets out a low moan from deep within his throat when he’s greeted with the full display of the creampie he just gave you.

“ghost…” you weakly whisper again, barely registering his words. barely comprehending the full extent of your relationship with the huge, heavy man in front of you currently admiring, completely stuck on the absolute state of your wrecked little cunt right now, after what was probably the longest and most intense fucking of your life.

he chuckles again, already sensing the adorably confused little expression on your face- furrowed eyebrows, puffed out lips, slightly separate and opened to help you even further in regaining your breaths- even though his eyes never once leave your lower half. thick globs of his own spend have already leaked down from your cunt, trickling past your asshole and pooling onto the bedsheets below the two of you, diluted a little by your own slick and squirt, and forming what is possibly the most lewd and downright delicious display simon has ever seen in his life. he could stay here forever, admiring the scene for the rest of his life.

but he also needs to do his job now, helping you recover from it all. from what he gave you, from what you let him take from you tonight.

“it’s simon, love, no ghost here right now.” he mumbles sweetly as he finally relents and tears his gaze away from your spent womanhood to properly face his sweet girl, his smile only widening when his suspicions on how evidently fucked out your facial expression is becomes confirmed. he chuckles softly again, the sound nothing but a low, exhaled breath as he moves up to hover over you, his face inches away from yours as he cups your cheek with one of those large, warm hands of his in an attempt to get you to finally look at him. (the same hand that he’d already wrung orgasm after orgasm out of you with tonight.)

when your eyes finally tear from the ceiling to look at his face, long lashes batting repeatedly against your skin as you try to blink the blurriness of your vision away, he coos, fingers sprawling over your face to gently brush away the stray hairs that were messily scattered over your forehead and eyes.

“mmmm-” is the only dumb little sound you have the brain capacity of making, but it gets shushed up automatically when he presses the softest of kisses against your lips, naturally forcing your vision to go back to normal that much more straight away, allowing you to finally, properly focus on the man still hovering in front of you. the man you were slowly beginning to remember that you loved, practically more than anything.

he presses another delicate little kiss to your forehead, the corners of his lips turning upwards that much further as he hears the sound from you amidst your consistent weak breaths and moans, before he moves down over your face again, still cupping your cheek and tilting your head upwards to try and make you properly look him in the eye. god, he loved when you would get like this. maybe, potentially, getting to witness the aftermath of what he would do to you was his favourite part, even more than the sex itself.

“you know my name, yeah? c’mon, love, say it. say my name.” he coos to you, so tenderly you’d think he was trying to reel in a scared farm animal or pet. he tilts his head inquisitively at you, absolutely enamoured by how spaced out and completely engulfed by bliss and satisfaction you still were, as he waits for a response from his beloved girl.

“gh-” you can see his eyebrows raise a little. in that classic simon way whenever you’d do or say something questionable to him, that amused him or perplexed him further. only simon could do that. your simon. and then it dawns on you. it was him. it was simon.

“s… s-simon…” you finally slur out happily, the tiniest of smiles beginning to spread across your cheeks as you tilt your head back at him and blink quickly, finally beginning to recollect yourself and come back down to reality after it all. it only makes him beam back at you in response, that familiar and warm smile comforting you and pulling you so much closer back to earth as you begin to regain feeling in your body and brain.

“yeaaah…” he drawls out proudly, chuckling a little more at you before he leans back down to your forehead, granting you another soft and familiar peck. “that’s it, baby. that’s my girl.” he murmurs against your hairline, those big, warm, admittedly slightly rough palms of his roaming back down across your body- tits, tummy, hips- until they meet the backs of your thighs once again, and he pushes them up against you to put you back into the exposed position you were originally in, after your orgasm hit you. he silently wondered when you’d even slumped your legs down, probably out of so much fatigue from the whole thing, at some point while you tried to come to your senses. it made sense… but he also wasn’t finished admiring the state of you right now- even if you did manage to get your brain back.

he shamelessly hovers back down towards the lower half of your sweaty little body, big hands of his grasping each of your thighs to greedily spread them a little wider and push them back against you, essentially folding you, as he resumes what he was doing in admiring the absolute state of your wrecked little cunt. his cunt, that he had the privilege of using whenever his precious girl let him.

“fuuuckin’ hell, love…” he rasps out, warm breath from his mouth hitting your inner thigh as he praises the sight before him, before he plants another peck there, too, right where his fingers are gripping the plush of your thigh. he just genuinely couldn’t stop staring at it. his cum. the way it was spilling from inside of you, after he’d stuffed it so deep in there you’d think it was your body producing it and not his. the runniness of it all. it was genuinely like a sweet, slow, milky waterfall. goddamn was it lewd… not to mention the giant wet patch you’d personally made for him on the sheets below you, before he even spilled inside. he was definitely taking a mental snapshot, trying as hard as he could to remember the image for next time.

“mmm, fuck…” you slowly drawl out yourself, mimicking his profanity, as you register more and more of the pleasure he gave you in the aftermath of it all, seeping into your bones. you let out a heavy breath, tilting your head down towards where he’s at as your eyes finally, fully focus on him, and you finally take in everything around the two of you. everything that just happened, everything that you just did to each other. it turns his gaze away from your pussy once again towards your face, and he grins, handsome and wolfish, cockily almost.

“that good?” he asks, his voice that perfect mixture of gravel and timbre that has your insides stirring all over again.

“mhm.” you confirm, smiling down at him and using what little strength you were slowly beginning to regain to nod your head, as he slowly crawls back up your body so that his face meets yours all over again. you take it as a cue to finally relax your legs when he lets go of your thighs, tiredly slumping them down against the bed as your breaths become more stable and less heavy, bit by bit.

“yeah. think you soaked the bed a bit.” he teases, full-on beaming at you as he relishes in the way your eyes widen ever so slightly and your lips part in surprise as you process his words. oh shit. oh fuck. (no wonder the bed below you felt wetter than usual.)

“…i didn’t mean to.” the word spill out of your lips before you realise, whiny and breathless as you mumble them up at him, barely even realising that you were frowning partially before he chuckles softly once again and his hand comes back up to cradle your cheek. you find yourself leaning in to the warmth of the touch, so perfectly paired with the roughness of his palm, naturally.

“shhhh…” he immediately coos, before smiling again and shaking his head at how upset and slightly embarrassed you looked. did you not know?

“quiet down, baby…” he continues, practically purring out the words to you. “you know i love it when you cum like that, hm?”

he can’t help but chuckle yet again when your lips shut but your eyes remain widened, probably so shy and bashful by his shameless words. it’s almost enough to wipe away all the thoughts from your mind, once again. almost. you can’t think of that much to say in response, apart from-

“you’re perfect.” you state sweetly, that dumb little look still present on your face as you blink up at him, looking at simon like he built the universe for you. like he hung every star in the sky, just for you. he smiles, at the compliment, and in turn, you smile, too.

“you’re better.” he breathes out, lovingly, words so soft it’s practically a whisper. his eyes are glued on to yours, a testament to how much he’s focused on you and your recovery from being plowed so senselessly right now as he refuses to tear his gaze off of his woman. (and also, he was done relishing in the sight of your adorably spent little pussy by now.)

“mmm… i- i love you, simon.” you breathe out lazily, the happy expression on your face growing tenfold as the words leave your lips. it was safe ground, for the two of you. what was once a terrifying phrase was now comforting, due to the fact that you both had already began using the sacred “l” word for the past maybe two, three months now. the happiness on his face spreads as he processes it, in turn mirroring the expression on yours, as he chuckles softly and beams at you. if you didn’t know any better, if you’d maybe recollected a little more brain power by now, it would have maybe also seemed like he was getting choked up.

“i love you too.” he breathes out with those beautiful caramel brown eyes of his still glued to yours, followed by the sweetest little mumble of your name, before he plants another kiss to your cheek and finally flops over to the side of you, gently pulling you against his chest. you let out a small exhale of both relief as well as fatigue as the exhaustion washes over you, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut as you rest your head on his chest, because you finally realised after it all that you were safe. you were home.

home with your lieutenant. your boyfriend. your simon.

<3

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a/n- FIRST EVER POST WOWOWEEEEWOW!!! also jfc this ended up being SOOO much longer than i intended, i had to do so much tweaking to it in comparison to the blurb i originally had written in my notes. but i hope you all enjoy!! please do like ‘n reblog ‘n share if you did, it would mean a lot to me as a new writer!! until then, see u next time sexy tumblr people :-)

simon riley x fem! reader

nsft, mdni! ✰ fem! anatomy, religion (reader is alluded to be religious; wears a cross necklace), corruption, dom! simon, (slightly) mean simon, but the man loves you & he never means what he yaps about at the end of the day so it’s okay!

click here for part two!!

“oh my god— oh- oh my god!”

it’s the only phrase on your mind, the only thing you have the brain capacity to scream out as you continuously register it, the feeling of that thick fucking cock impossibly deep in your tummy, gracelessly forcing itself in and out as you lie there underneath your boyfriend and continue to helplessly take it.

the only thing that registers in your ears- alongside the increasingly loud ringing from everything becoming so overwhelming, too overwhelming- is the repeated and obscenely lewd *plap! plap! plap!* sound of him fucking into you senselessly, mixed with your own whimpers and moans as well as his very rare but occasional groans.

you can’t think. the only thing you can keep doing is cry out to your god, any god up there pitifully looking down at you as simon continues his loving onslaught on you, refusing to relent for even a second.

“mmmm god- god si-m-mon!” you can barely even cry out his name, hiccuping on the two syllables as your eyes roll back into your head again, just when you thought you’d managed to stabilise your vision.

you don’t even realise that one of simon’s large, sweaty palms has landed on that oh-so-sacred crucifix necklace you still wore around your neck, cross sitting faithfully right above your sweaty breasts, as his fingers squeeze unthinkably hard around the damn thing— almost like he’s trying to squeeze all of the holiness, all of the divinity and virtue out of it. out of you.

almost like you didn’t deserve to wear such a righteous thing— not while doing something so sinful, with an absolute devil of a man; one you shouldn’t have even given the time of day to in the first place.

you blindly cry out to your god all over again for the millionth time when simon hits right into that golden little spot of yours inside, the one that has you gushing all over him and seeing stars, and he just snickers at the sound, darkly; amusedly.

“god— oh my g-god- si—“ the mention of the big man upstairs all over again for the nth time is what causes him to lose his fucking mind with you, your attempt to cry out simon’s name immediately cut off by him when he pulls your delicate little cross chain away from your sternum and shoves it straight into your parted lips, forcing you to suck on the dainty thing before he pushes his large palm right over your mouth. your eyes widen and your body trembles as he muffles you, especially when you’re met with the sight of how smug and triumphant he looks in response, all while continuing to fuck you senselessy.

“not god, dove. don’t you fucking dare.” he growls, punctuating his second last word with an especially deep thrust that has your thighs trembling and your eyes rolling so much further back into your skull, so sinfully.

“he’s not gonna save you now, mm?”

a/n- I ALREADY HAVE A PART TWO WRITTEN I HAD TO CUT THIS IN HALF and part two is so much more filth but idk if i should post it or leave this as it is, please lmk if you do want a pt2 because if enough people ask i’ll definitely be unleashing it out into the world!

© sugarmeowe 2024. please do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own, or share to any third party sites!!

simon riley x fem! reader

nsft, mdni! ✰ fem! anatomy, heavy themes of religion (reader is alluded to be religious; wears a cross necklace), corruption, slight degradation, dom! simon, mean simon, choking, light slapping, brief mentions of simon’s childhood & father.

this is a part two to my previous fic, click here for part one— enjoy! :-)

“dirty girl like you doesn’t deserve this.” he grumbles, popping the necklace out of your mouth again, tiny strings of drool still connecting the precious cross to your lips as he makes quick work of slapping his palm back across your lips. he was smart; smart enough to know that you’d cry or try your hardest with that fucked-out little brain of yours to argue back, if he didn’t.

unintentionally letting out a out a strained grunt at the muffled moans and incoherent sounds still leaving you, he pulls, and pulls, beginning to tug on your chain increasingly hard- almost like he’s trying to kill you, even as he continues to pound you senseless. literally fucking you like he hates you, like he’s trying to prove it as a point even if it’s the last goddamn thing he does in his life.

it’s comical, really. simon could never hate you. not his sweet, gentle girl, apple of his eyes, angel of his dreams. but that’s just the thing.

you were an angel. the very same thing simon was always taught by his far too inebriated father that he would never get the privelege of coming near, ever, in his goddamn bastard life. the very same thing that the viscious, twisted man would always teach him, in slurred words, that simon never deserved to stand next to, no matter how much he grew, no matter how good of a man he could become.

it was embedded in his head that he was never worthy of an angel. he didn’t deserve the sacrality, the religion that your love to him felt like. he was a dirty, bastard boy, raised by an atheist who taught him he was never worthy of even looking at the gods— and yet here he was, with a young one now offering herself to him so freely.

he didn’t deserve it.

it felt like a joke. he felt like a joke.

so he was going to prove a point, and fuck you like he was trying to kill the religion that he didn’t deserve to experience, the religion you always shared with him- the divinity that was your love- single-handedly.

but it backfires.

of course it fucking does.

it backfires on the delirious, fucked-out, downright pussydrunk mess of a man when you whimper through his heavy palm, still clasped over your mouth, and your eyes begin to cross, plush thighs of yours wrapped around his torso beginning to tremble- violently. and he obviously knows what it means. he’s experienced it too much by now, had the privilege of witnessing and relishing in your telltale sign. he knew your body, had committed it to memory better than any piece of divine scripture any of the scholars could study.

he lets out a needy moan of his own, low and drawled out, as he feels your impossibly tight, gooey little cunt clench around his cock like your life depended on it, only momentarily feeling guilt for how meanly he had just spoken to you as his love for you begins to pour through.

but the man still can’t think. and his lips are so loose, so, incredibly loose, as his own brain begins to go dumb and mushy, mirroring yours, making every single thought begin to spill from his head as he gets off to the fact that you were getting off. you were close— and therefore, so was he.

“dumb- fucking— fuuuuck, baby— cry out to your god again.” he snarls at you, his face lowering to hover over yours, that handsome and downright broken visage of a man- of a ghost- being the only thing in your vision. all you can do is let out another choked whimper as he begins to slam so much harder, deeper, into you, your dumb little brain barely managing to process his command-

until he moves his hand down from your mouth to instead wrap around your throat, finally giving you that breath of air your body was so pathetically fighting for after all this time. all you can register is thick, steel-like fingers beginning to squeeze around your neck as he snarls at you again.

“beg. beg for god, love. beg. or i won’t- fuck- won’t let you cum, yeah?”

it takes you so much strength to even make sense of his words, in all the delirium and pleasure you’re lost in as your body processes nothing but the weight of his body and the delicious pounding of his perfect fucking cock inside of you. but you force yourself to understand. because there’s tears already prickling your eyes, and your skin feels like it’s on fire, and you know you won’t last that much longer.

and you know that tonight could be an endless night of being fucked dumb by him until he pulls out right when you’re about to climax, repeatedly, until the sun rises, if you don’t do what he says.

you know from experience.

“g-g-god-“ the hoarse sound somehow escapes your lips, amidst your heavy gasps for air as simon squeezes only slightly harder, giving you that perfect pressure around your neck that empties your head out entirely and makes your cunt gush. the sound is obscenely audible, causing the both of you to moan out once again in unison as you both register it, that disgustingly wet and repeated squelch of your pussy echoing through the room as simon continues to pound his girl senseless.

he coos at your begging, a crooked smirk growing on his face, before his other hand moves to give your cheek the tiniest of slaps, his brows furrowing in ecstasy once again when he registers you clench at the action. he didn’t even need to tease you about that. it wasn’t new to him that you liked this treatment from him. he’d known already by now that his angel was so, so tainted with filth and sin, only a fraction of the amount he was also stained with.

“louder.” he decides to utter out instead, relenting for a moment on your throat and letting his grip get lighter so that you have a proper chance of begging for him. for god. for both at the same time, maybe. you didn’t even know by now. you just needed to cum.

“g-god- si- p-please-“ you begin to slur out, reaching that phase of unintelligible babbling that simon absolutely adored from you. “p-please- b-baby- god… need to cum, please, si.” you try your hardest to continue pleading amidst the rhythmic moans and yelps of pleasure your brain was automatically letting out, the band in your belly impossibly close to snapping already as you continue to beg.

“p-please- si-mon- god— god.” you don’t even know if you’re calling him the title, at this point. you’re too fucked out to comprehend the blasphemy, the sin. all you know is he has so much power over you right now, and you’re practically helpless, under his mercy as you beg and pray for him to be kind to you.

what difference was there to a real god, anyway?

a sob-like moan leaves you as your thighs continue to tremble, harder, and your hands helplessly begin to flail out, pawing at him, desperately begging with your eyes and your face and the few tears that have slid down your cheeks as well as with your cunt, for mercy.

and he relents. grants you that salvation, as he continues to slam himself into you, the mild slaps of his balls against your clit finally sending you to paradise.

“fuck- can’t-“ he slurs, just as mindless as you. maybe worse. “can’t get enough of you, fucking angel- take it, take it, fucking take it-“ he babbles out, the gravel and timbre in his voice sending you reeling as you let out a final scream before letting go.

salvation. oblivion. you didn’t know what to call it.

all you knew was you forgot about everything and everyone, any deity in the sky, apart from the giant monster of a man still right on top of you as you gush and tremble and cry, fireworks going off in your body when he finally, mercifully grants you that climax.

simon’s a weak man, and it’s why he follows straight after you, nothing but weak groans and even a small whimper leaving his lips as he shoots his load straight into your belly before slumping his heavy frame down onto yours.

there’s nothing anymore, no sounds in the room, no lewd squelches or screams or prayers and cries, nothing but heavy breathing and panting, shaky little moans and gasps for air as the two of you come down from it, together.

it takes you a long, long time to recover. takes you a good few minutes to finally become verbal, to finally process the world around you again as you lie there in the bed you’ve just been so beautifully ruined in, simon’s head resting against the cushy padding of your chest as his body pants on top of yours.

when your brain manages to formulate words again, simple things, after it regains its first few braincells or so, all you manage to whisper out is short and weak—

“…i’m going to hell.”

simon chuckles, genuinely amused at the statement, before planting a few tender kisses on each of your breasts, an almost reverencing sigh leaving his lips as he grins up at you.

“yeah, well… either way, love… i’ll still be there with you.”

© sugarmeowe 2024. please do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own, or share to any third party sites!!

a/n- i really really REALLY like how this came out :3 please please give me some feedback, i’d really appreciate it a lot as a new writer on this site!! anyways yeah i really love religious themes in dirty fics & smut if u couldn’t tell already by now, there’s just something so beautiful about it and all of the underlying religious metaphors, coming from an ex-religious believer hehehehe ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

I was wondering if I could do a request for a könig x f!reader x ghost where the reader has really bad ptsd from parents that were emotionally abusive and manipulative towards her, causing her to be a people pleaser and doing whatever is best for everyone else except for her? Btw I love your work! 100/10 🫶

König x Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley Fluff

Of course I can do that!! As a people pleaser myself I’m indulging from this ask rn 😈

No content warning! Mentions of anxiety and past abuse, gender neutral wording for reader to be inclusive

Since the beginning, nothing has been easy for you. Born into a world where your parents were less than ideal, often yelling at you, emotionally neglecting or manipulating you- reinforcing behavior that still effects you today. To always do acts of service for those you care for, always putting the needs of others over your own.

The last thing you’d ever want is to put your own “selfish” needs and acts above your own, even when a situation calls for you to be “selfish”. Being in a relationship with two men, specifically two men whose job calls for them to be in constant danger and new wounds makes those behaviors be enabled tenfold.

Everytime your boys come home, you always clean the house from head to toe the day before, almost making it so clean one would think no one even lives in it. After all, “I don’t want them to come home to a dirty home they can’t relax in.” You’d say to yourself. Then when they do come home, you’re all over the both of them. Doting on their new wounds even though they’ve already been dressed by medics from the field, giving them kisses and doting on them like the two are made of glass.

You always insist the two men immediately lay down on the couches or the bed, taking turns to massage their sores and muscle knots, as tired as you might be that day from working so hard for them, the feeling of your hard working boys finally, truly relax under your fingers makes you swell with pride. You feed them their favorite foods, Simon getting a homemade British meal to make him feel truly at home, and König the same with a traditional Austrian meal he shared with you a while ago.

Hearing them hum in delight as they both praise the food, “ s’good doll, missed this.” Simon would say, holding back from completely wolfing down the dish in front of him. König already half done with his meal in a matter of minutes, “Dreamed of eating this again, Danke Liebling (thank you darling).”

Hearing the praise come from both your boys as you cleaned dishes in the sink made you smile, putting in so much effort for them to be happy and said efforts being clearly appreciated made it all worth it. Even without the praise you’d still do it, you just want your partners to be happy with your efforts, and to be happy with you. But while you were cleaning the dishes, you noticed how sore your back and feet were. You pushed yourself extra hard for their return today since they were gone for longer than usual.

You swallowed the slight pain and soreness and took their empty plates from them, planting kisses on Simon’s cheek and König’s head and walked back to the sink. Both boys stood up soon after, both on either side of you, their hands gently caressing your body. König’s hands went and wrapped to one side of your waist, Simon on the other side of your waist. Simon took his other hand and tenderly rubbed your back, mumbling a, “love you s’much”; but his gentle words paused when a quiet wince and jolt escaped you as he rubbed a certain spot on your upper back.

König also jumped a little from your reaction, taking his hands off of you as Simon did the same. König’s eyes furrowed in worry as he looked down at you, “Liebling? Are you alright?” He asked. “Did I hurt you, doll? I’m sorry-“ Simon began, his hands still held awkwardly in the air as he didn’t know what to do with them. You quickly looked at the two of them, grabbing their hands and holding them, the last thing you wanted was to worry the two.

“I’m ok! I promise,” you said, trying to adjust your feet and only put pressure on one of them for comfort, “just a little sore,” you smiled, “it’s nothing I can’t handle loves.” You let go of their hands and looked down at the sink, you were finally done. “How about we just watch a movie together in the living room? A new [your favorite movie series] movie came out while you two were gone.” Both the boys nodded and headed towards the living room, but quickly noticed you were walking a lot slower than you usually did.

Simon quickly figured out that you were probably sore, motioning for König to go get you. The Austrian nodded and went over, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the living room. Simon queued up the new movie on the tv, sitting down and patting his lap for you and König. The other man placed your upper body down on Simon while he gingerly took your legs into his own. Simon began to very gently rub the knots and sores in your back, and König your feet.

You began to protest, saying you were fine, “I want you two to relax,” you said, trying to move König’s hands from your feet, your hands being patted away by his own with such gentleness, but it was still assertive. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, I don’t want you two to feel like you have to work for me too.” You confessed, turning a little to face Simon and pushing his hands back from you. Both men then realized that you might have a problem with letting other people take care of you, and that you might be a people pleasure. You told both of them a little about your past and your upbringing, but you told them enough for them to now connect the dots that this behavior and reaction to being doted on is one that is out of your control, and needs work.

König then spoke up, “Honey, both of us wanted to come home to you everyday. We are devoted to you, maus.” He took your feet back into his hands and rubbed the sole again, but very slowly and gently. Simon then placed a kiss on your temple and rubbed your shoulders, “he’s right, absolutely devoted. We know being away isn’t easy for you,” he paused, there was so much he wanted to say, but he also needed to work on himself and being vulnerable with his own emotions, but he still tried. “We want to do this for you,” he whispered. König nodded in agreement, “please? Let us do this for you. You do so much for us. Was würde ich ohne dich tun?” (What would I do without you?”)

“What would WE do without you.” Simon corrected, making you chuckle. Then you realized they were serious, they really did want to take care of you, and if that’s what your boys wanted, if this would make them happy, you couldn’t deny them. “Just this one time.” You mumbled, making the two men smile. Both knowing that this would be the start for you letting them in some more. Both also knowing there would be many, many more times.

“Love you s’much doll.”

“Love you forever Liebling.”

“Don’t know what we’d ever do without you.”

Ghost x GN! Reader SMUT

Breaking & Entering

This scenario was previously discussed and agreed to between you and Ghost. Everything that happens in this scenario has been carefully planned and talked about.

CW: (I tried to keep anything that might seem like dubcon to a minimum- reader does enjoy what is happening to them throughout the entire scenario!) mean! Ghost, teasing, pet names (doll, dolly, angel, angelface), talks of free use, creampie, mentions of multiple creampies, overstim, multiple orgasms, ghost plays the role as a stranger/burglar

“Are you sure, doll?” Your husband asked, caressing your cheek gently as he looked down at you. You held his hand into your own, leaning into his warm touch. “Of course hun, this was my idea.” You smirked, blushing slightly as scenario after scenario played in your head. The previous day, you brought up an idea to your husband to try and spice up your bedroom life.

You two had always discussed the idea of role playing, even watching films together to try and get inspiration. However, all that really came up was pizza delivery men, plumbers, etc. all too cheesy for you both. Then, you remembered what your husband did for a living. He’s probably broken into many homes, kicking in countless doors, all that. So, why not do something similar?

You two were making dinner together when you brought up the idea. Your words taking Ghost by surprise, though, as always it didn’t show on his face. “You want to, what?” Ghost put the knife down on the cutting board, giving you his full attention. “Act like a burglar love! But, instead of taking the money, you take me instead. Yeah?” You gave him a mischievous look, taking a step towards him and placed a hand on his chest. A low groan escaped Ghost, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you so he could kiss you properly. That night you two discussed what would take place, not completely as you wanted to keep an element as surprise for fun. Ghost assured you that if he was being too rough, you were completely free to use the safe word at anytime.

Today was the day, Ghost had left the house for personal reasons, but one of the surprises was that you’d never know what time he’d come home to act out this scenario, if he wanted to, he could come into the house not making a single noise, which is exactly what he’s planning.

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You were folding laundry on your bed, your favorite playlist playing in the background. It was a pretty relaxing day, you got a lot done. You cleaned all the dishes, vacuumed, even mopped. Once you were done with your laundry, you’d be able to relax for the day, aside from making dinner. It was around late November, so the sun was already beginning to set by the time you were folding laundry. What you didn’t know, is that someone was coming to intrude on your plans for that day. A tall and dark silhouette began to grow over your half closed door as the figure got ever closer to you, the music playing masking what little noise the figure made as he opened your door.

You were too preoccupied with folding laundry to notice the heavy breathing behind you, until you felt the warm breathes on the top of your head. You quickly turned around, but as soon as your eyes locked on the tall figure, a skull mask meeting your eyes, both his hands came and grabbed you.

The tall man pulled you into him, your back meeting his chest, he sat you down between his legs as he sat at the edge of your bed, one arm wrapped around your throat, his other hand on your forehead to keep you completely planted on his chest.

Your hands came up and clawed at his arms, kicking your feet and even trying to bite him, all fighting in vain of course, not like you wanted this to stop.

The first sound that came from the mysterious intruder was quiet shushing, the hand on your forehead trying to bring some faux comfort as his thumb gentle rubbed up and down.

“Wh..What do you want?” You finally asked, still clawing at the arm around your neck, more like a vise to keep you in place than to add pressure to your airway. “Money? I..I have money!” The man shushed you again, this time more assertively. You stopped talking, your breath extremely shaky, but you couldn’t help but notice the slight tingly feeling in your gut and between your thighs.

“I don’t want money, angelface.” His voice was very deep, and raspy, you noticed the British accent that rang through the room, not helping with the situation between your legs.

“I want you.” Quickly, the intruder manhandled you, moving your body on his lap the way he wanted to. The hand on your forehead came off, now that entire arm wrapped around your waist as he moved you slightly to the left, the other arm that was around your neck now off, the hand on that arm coming to your face, squishing your cheeks together and leaned your face up to look at him better, or rather, his mask.

It was an all black balaclava, a skull stitched onto it, but you could see two beautiful dark eyes surrounded by black makeup underneath. You could see the lust that glazed over the man’s eyes as you finally looked at him completely, you looked like a deer in headlights to him; big glassy eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“Me?” You asked in confusion, though your voice slightly muffled from the grip he had on your face.

The man leaned down closer to you, and you finally noticed just how much bigger this man was compared to you, his arms almost like a cocoon around your body.

“Yes you, dolly, I’ve been watching you.” He moved your face from left to right, examining you as if he’s never seen your face so close before. Mumbling a, “s’pretty” before he spoke up again, “watching you s’much, wanted to rob you, but you just looked so cute, wanted you instead.”

The look you gave him as he spoke confirmed that you were as into this as he was, making him chuckle and smile under his mask, he wanted to tease you. “You like this, dolly? You like a dangerous man like me, breaking in like I own the place, n’ telling you how pretty you are? Hm?” You couldn’t deny that this was all definitely turning you on, how could you? That deep voice, those big hands and veiny arms, those sweet and sinful words.

You nodded shyly, looking anywhere but at the burglar, not wanting to face him.

The man gently tapped your cheek, muttering a, “look at me.”

Your heart rate started to pick up, you were way too embarrassed to look at him.

The hand on your face now letting go and now latching onto your neck, the arm around your waist letting go slightly, a hand now coming up and resting on your chest.

“Look. At. Me.” You couldn’t ignore the way your thighs clenched at his demand, his voice going down an octave. He couldn’t ignore it either. You swallowed thickly and finally looked at the man again as he demanded, looking even more pathetic to him from your embarrassment.

He knew in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see if you sound just as pathetic too, taking the opportunity and quickly pinched your nipple, causing you to let out a surprised gasp and slight, quiet groan.

“Oh dolly,” he sighed, your noise going right to his dick, “you have no idea how dumb I’m going to make you tonight.”

Without a second thought, the man stood up and threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off and looked down at you, chuckling again as he saw your eyes rake up and down. “Like what you see?” He teased, grabbing your ankles and lifting them onto his chest, wanting easier access to you. The tall man leaned down, one arm snaking underneath you, the other planted next to your head.

Without a second thought, the man lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose, and dove in to kiss you on your neck.

Sure he thought your little whimpers were cute, but he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

Soon those little kisses turning into nibbles, and those nibbles full on hickeys and playful bites.

You tried your best to hold in your noises, and he did think your efforts to withhold them were admirable, but he was just too eager. The hand that was on the side of your head slowly traveled down your body, finding your underwear and made quick work to rub your most sensitive spot.

Finally an actual moan escaped you, a satisfied sigh leaving the man, “finally,” he whispered into your neck, “you sound so sweet dolly, bet you taste s’ sweet too.”

Both his arms retracted back to him, looking down at his work, pride swelling into his chest as he saw his bites all over your neck, already red and purple.

Then, he gripped the underneath of your knee, pushing your legs closer to your stomach as they spread for him. You felt his bulge press against you in his pants, a very noticeable blush rising on your face as he felt it.

The man saw your embarrassment and chuckled again, “not yet pet, fragile thing like you needs prep.” You then felt the man’s large gloved hands rub you over your underwear, somehow knowing all the right places to touch and rub you, choking on your moans and wiggling your hips from the way he played with you.

His other hand slapped your thigh, not enough to make you wince, but enough for you to get he message that he wanted you yo stay still.

“Oh fuck, m’ trying promise..” you whimper, gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he rubbed a particularly good spot. “Oh please, more?” You asked, stomach shaking from your jittery breathes.

“More? More what?” The man asked, wanting you to beg and use your words.

“In me? Need you, please?” You really tried to use your words, but the magic fingers this man had was molding your mind into useless puddy. The man then looked down at the wetness between your legs in consideration, but decided to indulge you since he knew you were already going dumb. He scooted back to give himself room, pulling your underwear down your legs and threw them on the floor, now having full view and access to the complete mess he caused.

Now his full attention was on your sensitive bits and his goal was to make your mind completely melt at his touch. Eagerly both his hands delved between your legs, one of his hands paid attention to your most sensitive bundle of nerves, the other teasing the outside of your hole, stopping completely when you squirmed too much for his liking. This went on got what felt like hours, when really in was about twenty minutes of nonstop pleasure and teasing, only to completely stop when you were mindlessly begging for him to get inside you.

“Need more,” you whined, lifting your head and looked at him with tears threatening to spill down your flushed, pink cheeks. The most depraved part though? Twenty minutes of his teasing and he never let you cum, not once, not yet.

Ghost gently tapped your bundle of nerves, making you jolt and gasp, your breathing beginning to shake again.

“You know you need use your words, dolly.” He grumbled, hands leaving you as he stood back up, taking his belt off.

The sound of metal clinking caused you to lift your head to watch as the man began to take his pants off, seeing them fall to the floor as he was now only dressed in grey boxers.

The imprint of how snugly his cock was pushing against the fabric made you feel like you were drooling, you could already tell it would be enough to make you lose your mind.

He noticed how mesmerized you were with him, he also noticed how you slowly started to get up on the bed. The tall man crossed his thick and veiny arms over his chest, his eyes following you as you placed your hands on his hips.

He knew what you wanted to do, but you were getting too cocky for his taste, you felt confident enough to get up off the bed without him telling you to, coming up and touching him as you wanted. Nuh uh.

His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing as a hand quickly grabbed your neck, squeezing tightly for your jaw to start feeling fuzzy; only letting go when you began to claw at his arm, throwing you back onto the bed once more.

Ghost hastily took his boxers off, grabbing your legs and lifting them both onto his shoulders, a hand shaking down behind your head and gripped your hair at the roots, tugging down to present your neck to him.

You could feel his large cock rub against your hole teasingly, his hips rocking against you deliciously. “You think you can get whatever you want? Think you can touch me when you want?” He asked, shaking your head ‘no’ for you with your hair, his tone mockingly sweet as he said, “no, no you can’t, poor thing.”

You winced and whined from the white hot pain from your scalp, growing ever wetter from the pain. You felt like you were going to cum if he just put the tip in, your mind was foggy, barely any thoughts running through your head, all you wanted was to cum, you’d do anything for it.

Fuck me,” you whispered, another moan leaving you as the man began to bite at your neck again, the rocking of his hips and his cock rubbing against you getting a bit faster. “Fuck me, please, do anything t’ cum,” you begged, you were so desperate for it you were willing to throw your dignity out the window.

Your hands came up and gripped his shoulders, then wrapping around his neck before you finished by saying, “use me, fuck me, please I’ll do anything just..just let me cum.”

Ghost was very pleased, he hasn’t even fucked you yet and you’re already begging for him to use you, and he was going to show you just how easy it is for him to use you exactly how he wants, to move you like the little doll you are for him.

Grabbing you again by the neck, he turned you so your stomach was on the bed, then grabbing your hips and lifting them in the air, placing his legs in between yours to keep your spread open for him, and he finished by grabbing your arms, both his hands grabbing your upper arms in a vise.

Leaning over, his breath was back on your neck, “want me to use you? Yeah?” He ever so gently and slowly put his tip at your entrance, putting the tip in like he had all the time in the world. “Could use a new toy like you, ruin you over and over all I want.”

Ghost took one last deep breath before he plunged the rest of his cock inside of you, bottoming out without a care left in the world, but, he didn’t start thrusting yet. He needed one more thing from you before he could.

“Just say yes, and you’ll be a little toy for me, one I can fuck and ruin whenever I want. My own personal cum dump, a toy I can unload time and time again till my heart’s content. Say yes and you won’t have another thought in that pretty head again.”

You were crying at this point, your legs already shaking, you could taste your orgasm on your tongue, you felt like screaming you were so desperate. Frantically you nodded, saying “yes” and “please” over and over again.

Ghost shushed you again, and then finally after all that waiting, began to thrust into you. There was no time for him to be gentle with you, he knew you needed to cum, and he knew he wanted you to be absolutely dumb and fucked out.

His pace was both hard and fast, if anyone was to walk in they’d think Ghost hated you the way he battered your hole. Big gloved hands dug and squeezed your arms, dwarfing them compared to him. Your head hung low as you didn’t have the strength to keep it up, pathetic moans leaving your mouth as the burglar in your house used you how he wanted. Quickly and suddenly your orgasm finally came, a silent scream escaping you as your body became ridged, legs shaking and threatening to give out as the man was so kind as to fuck you through it.

He could feel your legs shaking, clicking his tongue in pity as he knew you couldn’t stay up. Letting go of your arms, he let your upper body drop onto the bed, your hips still up in the air. Ragged and shaking breathes leaving your mouth, body occasionally twitching. After a minute, you tried to get up off the bed, only to be shoved back down by a hand on the back of your neck, knowing what you were feeling was the tip of his cock back at your entrance.

You whined and tried to crawl away from him, only to feel the man grab your thigh and pull you back to him, growling a, “not going anywhere. Having properly used you yet.” Ghost then got into position, sitting up and leaning over your weak body, one hand wrapping around the back of your throat to keep you in place, the other resting on the bed next to you.

He resumed his brutal pace on your fucked out body, keeping you in place as he used you for his own pleasure. He could feel that his own orgasm was coming around, looking down and fully indulging in how wonderful you felt around him.

“Want me to come back, dolly? I know you’re, oh fuck, you’re home all day. Come back whenever I want, s’ tight- use you how I want, where I want. Y’like that?” His thrusts were getting a lot quicker, but with a lot less rhythm, not like you really cared or noticed, being too lost and dumbed out on his cock to really think. “Y’want the big bad burglar to have his way with you again? Come back to use n’ ruin you load after load?”

Your only response to his pleasure induced ranting was just loud moans, the occasional curse being the only words you can form.

Finally, you felt his hips stutter, finally pounding into you a lot more slowly, but hard and with purpose. You felt the man spill his cum inside of you, fucking it into you and keeping you plugged with his cock for a moment.

And when you thought it was over, he just began thrusting again. You cried out, another orgasm reaching you as you felt this had lasted forever. “Mercy!” You cried, gripping and pawing at the bedsheet beneath you.

Ghost let out a low laugh, lifting your head by your neck and placed a loving kiss on your cheek before shoving you back down on the bed. “My dumb dolly wants mercy? I think you just want another load.”

Stupid idea that I thought up half asleep

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got you pregnant when you two were teens (17)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got yelled at by your father for getting you pregnant and band him from seeing you again

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who immediately went through all stages of panic. Got his ass beat by his father, before getting his shit together and start providing

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you were force to married

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who sent his first paycheck to you without even saying a word

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you fought because you two were scared

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who was there in the delivery room and was too stunned to speak and just nod along to what the nurses said, stared at his baby daughter until the nurses took the baby so she can lay on your skin.

Baby Daddy Ghost! who didn't let you drop out of school because he knew you had a bright future.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into Butchary so you could go to college (your parents were more opening and caring and help baby sit your daughter unlike his)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who come back from work and cradle his daughter and sleep with her.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into the military for his own purpose which you agree he should go into. (did college through the military)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spend that summer saving Tommy and be more of a family man

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who divorce tokep you safe after his family was slaughter and move you into a rural place in England and keep a low profile when visiting you and his daughter. (remember he’s consider dead, visit at night and don't really leave the house to continue to deception your a widow)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spends all his time off with your young daughter on his off time, (sends most of his money to you even if you have a good job he want to provide and your money can be use as fun money.)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who becomes more authoritative figure once she becomes a teenager and has to vet every man or woman she dated.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who only tells the task force once they saw his personal phone’s lock screen (photo of his daughter on her birthday changes it yearly) brought her around and turns out she's a volleyball player (got some of simon’s height)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who gets a little sentimental seeing his daughter playing volleyball in the national youth lead